Sixteen and time to pay off   I get this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe   Forty hours, thirty-six dollars a week   But it's a paycheck, Jack      So hot in here, hot like Sahara   You could faint from the heat   But these bitches are just too lame to understand   Too goddamned grateful to get this job      To know they're getting screwed up the ass   All these women, they got no teeth or gum or cranium   And the way they suck hot sausage   But me, well, I wasn't sayin' too much neither      I was moral school girl, hard-working asshole   I figured I was speedo motorcycle   I had to earn my dough, had to earn my dough      But no, you gotta, you gotta relate, babe   You gotta find the rhythm within   Floor boss slides up to me and he says   "Hey sister, you're just movin' too fast   You're screwin' up the quota   You're doin' your piece work too fast"      "Now you get off your mustang, Sally   You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere"   I layed back, I get my nerve up, I take a swig of Romilar   And walk up to hot shit Dot Hook and I say      "Hey, hey sister, it don't matter whether I do labor fast or slow   There's always more labor after   She's real Catholic, see, she fingers her cross and she says   There is one reason, there is one reason"      "You do it my way or I push your face in   We knee you in the John   If you don't get off your get off your mustang, Sally   If you don't shake it up, baby, shake it up, baby"      Twist and shout, oh what I could will a radio here   James Brown singing 'I Lost Someone'   Or the Jesters and the Paragons and Georgie Woods   The guy with the goods and Guided Missiles      But no, I got nothin', no diversion, no window   Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster   Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's convent   All those nurses, all those nuns scattin' 'round   With their bloom hoods like cats in mourning      Oh to me, they, you know   To me they look pretty damn free down there   Down there, not having to press those smooth   Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel      Not having to worry about the in-speed   The dogma of in-speed of labor   Oh then they put damn free down there   The way they smell, the way they smell   And here I gotta be up here smellin' Dot Hook's midwife sweat   I would rather smell the way boys smell      Oh, those schoolboys, way their legs flap   Under the desk in the study hall   That odor rising roses and ammonia   And way their dicks droop like lilacs      Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell   But no, I gotta, I gotta put clammy lady in my nostril   Her against the wheel, me against the wheel   Oh, the in-speed-o, slow motion inspection is drivin' me insane      In steel next to Dot Hook, oh, we may look the same   Shoulder to shoulder sweatin' 110 degrees   But I will never faint, I will never faint   They laugh and they expect me to faint but I will never faint      I refuse to lose, I refuse to fall down   Because you see it's the monotony that's got to me   Every afternoon like the last one   Every afternoon like a rerun next to Dot Hook      And yeah, we look the same   Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin'   But you know she got nothin' to hide   And I got something to hide here called desire      I got something to hide here called desire   And I will get out of here   You know the fiery potion is just about to come   In my nose is the taste of sugar      And I got nothin' to hide here, save desire   And I'm gonna go, I'm gonna get out of here   I'm gonna get out of here, I'm gonna get on that train   And I'm gonna go on that train and go to New York City      I'm gonna be somebody   I'm getting, gonna get on that train   Go to New York City      I'm gonna be so big, I'm gonna be a big star and I will never return   Never return, no, never return, to burn at this piss factory   And I will travel light, oh, watch me now